Still More? Send Me Some More (Part 2 Coming Later)

Li Wei suddenly remembered what he'd said to Don Quixote.

"If you had a face like mine, you'd have died of an STD ages ago."

Now that he thought about it, that seemed to be true. No wonder Don Quixote had said, "Exactly."

He looked the two girls up and down. One was white, tall and slim, wearing a short skirt.

The other, who was chewing gum, looked a little like a mix of white and Latina. Though she was still young, she already had an S-shaped figure most Asian women could only dream of.

Especially her full, rounded rear, straining against her jeans beneath her slender, light-brown waist. He figured one good seat from a Latina like her would leave an average teenage boy with nowhere to run.

When the two girls invited him to watch the night football game, Li Wei couldn't honestly say he wasn't tempted.

He was a knight chosen by the system, not a monk chosen by it. His improved physique meant he had to keep his morning wood pressed down just to use the bathroom every day.

But the American attitude toward sex had made his head cool off for a moment, and he didn't immediately accept their invitation.

Even with the Bronze Body protecting him from disease, it was better to be careful.

Besides, Don Quixote had repeatedly warned him about the layers of tricks North American girls used. Li Wei couldn't help but stay on guard.

Just as Li Wei was about to speak, an angry female voice rang out behind him:

"Samantha! Adeline! You two bitches!"

As soon as she spoke, someone pushed her way in from the side and planted herself between Li Wei and the girls.

She was pretty, dressed in a tight yellow cheerleading uniform. The impossibly short pleated skirt swayed wildly as she moved.

"Do you two not have mirrors at home, or is your brain clogged with sewer water?" She planted her hands on her hips, her sharp nails almost poking Samantha, the mixed-race girl, in the nose. "I told you a few days ago to stay away from him!"

Samantha spat out her gum and sneered. "Oh, wow, look who it is! Cheer captain Daphne! If you're so interested in him, what about your boyfriend, the backup quarterback on the varsity team? Did you dump Evan just like that?"

"Evan got moved to the backup team. He can't even play in games now," Daphne said, rolling her eyes. "I broke up with him two days ago, idiot. I guess you really are behind on the news."

Daphne had no real feelings for Evan. She just liked taking things other people had, especially if they were better, and was hooked on the feeling of being above everyone else.

Now that Evan had lost his starting spot and been sent to the backup team, whenever Franklin K. Lane High School's football team traveled for a game, he'd be stuck at school polishing trophies. It was better to dump someone useless like that sooner rather than later.

Besides, she'd heard the guy who replaced him was incredibly handsome and built like a monster. Lately, he'd been the most talked-about guy on campus.

She turned and looked Li Wei up and down.

When her gaze reached his forearms and the chest muscles stretching his short sleeves, her fierce eyes quickly shifted to a seductive, predatory look.

As she looked farther up at Li Wei's face, she almost burst out laughing. She quickly lowered her head and coughed.

"Listen, Li Wei," she said, reaching out to tap the firm outline of his chest muscles. "You don't have to pay attention to these bitches trying to seduce you. You're a star at this school... Do you have time to come watch us practice? My muscles have been feeling kind of stiff lately. I can't even dance properly."

More and more people gathered around them, and Samantha and Adeline clearly weren't about to give up on Li Wei. They came closer from either side.

Could I stretch with the cheer captain first, then teach them how to play football tomorrow?

Li Wei thought about it. Seeing the jealous fire in the eyes of the boys around him, boys of every skin tone who looked ready to stab him three times over, he decided not to say it aloud.

"Ladies," he said, "um... let me get to class first, okay? I have AP Calculus. Thanks..."

"Where's your phone?" Daphne asked suddenly. "Let me use it."

She glared at Samantha and Adeline, then leaned in and muttered, "I'll deal with you two at lunch." She took Li Wei's phone, called herself, and handed it back.

"Call me this weekend."

She gave the two girls a haughty look and left the crowd like a victor, followed by a few of her friends.

"Like I'm scared of her! I—"

Samantha shouted angrily, but when she saw a campus security guard approaching, she swallowed the rest of her words.

Unwilling to lose face in front of everyone, she slunk away. Following Daphne's example, she asked to use Li Wei's phone, called herself, and then left with Adeline.

The crowd gradually dispersed. After some effort, Li Wei finally made it to the AP Calculus class on the third floor.

Franklin K. Lane High School had basically isolated its AP classes in a separate section of the third floor.

A security guard stood watch at the entrance. After Li Wei scanned his way inside, the clean, tidy walls made him feel as if he'd entered a different high school.

The stench of marijuana and the smell of cheap perfume were gone. The air still smelled a little stale, but it was far better than the first floor.

There were even portraits of Einstein and Lincoln hanging in the hallway. Li Wei was sure that if he brought Travis here, Travis probably wouldn't even know which one was Einstein.

After entering the classroom, Li Wei greeted the teacher, gave a brief introduction, and took a seat in the last row.

Michael greeted him from across the room with a look.

Soon, the bell rang, and Li Wei began his first class since arriving in America.

But the novelty wore off in less than five minutes. The material was already too basic for him; basic enough that he could calculate the right answer without a calculator.

From what Li Wei could tell of the teacher's lessons, he didn't seem particularly knowledgeable either. He was just killing time at a public high school.

At least back in high school in China, Li Wei had learned all sorts of formulas and mnemonics—like the basic rule that an odd function changes sign while an even one doesn't. Here in America, they didn't seem to have any such summaries.

Bored, he looked around at his classmates. A Chinese high school student who also looked like an exchange student was taking pictures of his textbook. He was using Google's image translation software to translate the math problems into Chinese characters.

Just then, the phone in Li Wei's pocket vibrated twice.

He casually leaned back, using the shadow of the desk to block the screen from view, and unlocked his phone.

An iMessage account with Samantha's profile picture added him as a contact, then sent him a message:

Samantha: [Li Wei?]

Li Wei: [Yeah.]

Samantha: [I saw these when I went shopping last week. I can't decide on my own—can you help me choose?]

Before Li Wei could reply, she sent two changing-room photos.

Samantha: [Photo, photo]

The first photo was taken from above. Samantha was wearing a nearly transparent, tight white camisole.

Li Wei could clearly see the deep shadow created by the forceful squeeze, and her ample chest, which seemed ready to burst free with every breath—more than most Asian women could ever hope to have.

In the second photo, she wore a pair of blue high-waisted jeans and stood with her back to the full-length mirror in the fitting room, leaning forward with her legs apart. The rough denim looked ready to split, every seam seeming to groan.

Her Latina heritage gave her a tremendous advantage when it came to her figure, and she knew exactly how to pose to make the most of it.

Samantha: [What do you think? Do I look better in jeans or a skirt?]

Americans really are this open and direct? This is nothing like the high school students in China—their social circles and whole vibe are completely different. How could I let such wanton behavior corrupt my steadfast principles? Li Wei thought.

Li Wei: [I can't tell from just two photos. Got any more? Send me some more.]